Her

[verbal wagon]

Every night I close my eyes,
I see your awkward smile, your cheeks flushed bright,
Your lips puckered—like the sun caught on a canvas.

So I turn to the pictures,
Where your lips stay puckered,
And your eyes still shine.
My hope now flickers—
But never fully dies.

I have lost you,
But not the part you carved into me.
It lingers, forever undue—
Precious, like to you I never could be.

[lavish folio]

this reminded me of her so hard

[verbal wagon]

[dusky saffron]

Good.

Personally I would have liked to give more description and time to each scene .
If this was not intended to be short

[slender epoch]

This is awesome. I like the low quantity of details: the ones you included are vivid and each reader can fill in the rest with whatever (or whoever) comes to mind to make it feel more their own. The last line hits so hard